"Where am I?" Agent 8 asked as his ears picked up a distant voice, calling to him. "Come here now Number 45!" The voice demanded, stern, yet gentle. Agent 8 walked down the metal platform, passing many Octarian soldiers, all saluting him as he marched past, filled with wonder.

'Am I in a dream?' He wondered as he ran into two double doors. 8 pushed them open, being greeted by a blinding light. 

"Number 45!" The voice demanded once again. "Where have you been?!" Agent 8, fearful, slowly stepped into what appeared to be a throne room, bedazzled with gold and jewels. The hypnotic music playing made his ears scream in pain. Soon, 8 looked up and saw the source of the voice.

"Well?!" Dj Octavio demanded once again. "I will not be answered with silence!" Octavio was mad, the octostomp has fallen once again, to the hands of agent 4. He was embarrassed that a mere child had dismantled one of the most powerful weapons in then Octarian arsenal. This resulted in rumors spreading of Octavio being a bad leader, Octavio hates rumors, as well as disrespect. Then again, who doesn't?

"Thanks to you..",Octavio began, glaring at agent 8
, "I have become a laughing stock in the entire Octarian army! Commander-" 8 couldn't hear Octavio finish his sentence, he was covering his ears, attempting to wake himself up. This was a bad memory, one he didn't want to remember.

Agent 8 then felt cold, he looked around. The throne room had vanished, turned into a ruined wasteland. Atop the ruined throne, a Octoling stands, looking down on Agent 8. 8 rose an eyebrow, it looked exactly like him, as if it was a carbon copy. He was so confused.

"Y.." The agent 8 lookalike tried to say. "Your..."

'What the calamari?' 8 thought, dumbfounded.

The lookalike sighed, and made a symbol with his hands.
Symbol:

That's all Agent 8 saw...
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"Oh where are the squidding pots!" Agent 4 said, she was tired of being nice. 3 sighed, wondering why Marie picked a 13 year old to be a agent...

"Oi!" 4 shouted as she kicked open the door to the room agent 8 was sleeping in. "I AIN'T GET NO SLEEP CUZ OF YALL!" She shouted loudly as she banged the pots together, hard. 

Agent 8 jolted up, somersaulting off the bed and wrapping himself in the covers in the process , then slamming onto the ground. "Oww...."

4 walked over to 8, banging pots once more for the fun of it. When she finished agent 8 was giving her a look mixed with anger and fear, 4 was glaring back smugly. "WAKE UP LIEUTENANT!"

8 angrily rose his eyebrow. "I'm not a lieutenant!"

"April!" 3 cried as she walked into 8's room. "What the squid is wrong with you?!"

"Well your boyfriend wasn't waking up, your welcome!" Agent 4 said, then proceeded to stick her tongue out.

3's face grimaced. "Boyfriend?! That octoling isn't my boyfriend you little menace!" The thought of even dating an octoling made Agent 3 want to hurl into a trash bin.

"Come on 3, your love life has hit rock bottom with Inklings!" 4 countered. "Besides you hit on octolings all the time! Literally!"

"That's something entirely different!" 3 outraged in response. She was to frustrated to deal with April's smartass comment.

8 sighed as he watched the two argue over nothing, though the though of 3 being his girlfriend made him a little tingly inside, he didn't know why. Slowly, he unwrapped himself from the entanglement of the covers, yawning from not getting enough sleep. This morning's training session wiped him out, he only left for 3's apartment at 10:00 am, it's now 11:00 am, so he's only been sleeping for about 3-5 hours give or take, he groggily walked out of the room as the two girls kept arguing.

'I'm not even a lieutenant.' 8 stressed in his mind as he walked into the kitchen, cooking some power eggs. 'I don't even think I was a rank back in the army to begin with; or was that a joke of some sort? I'll have to ask that little girl later.' Soon, the power eggs were ready to be served, 8 put the scrambled power eggs on a paper towel so it can absorb the excess grease, then made himself a plate. Five minutes later he was calmly eating at the head of the table, the noise from his room getting louder with every passing bite.

"Ugh, April go to your room!" 3 demanded as she walked out of the guest room. April huffed in defeat, but did as she was told.

"So." 8 began as he finished eating his eggs. "Is that your little sister? Has I known she was here I would've-"

"No she's not my little sister." 3 cut him off. "I'm letting her stay here because....." She proceeded to sit down next to him on the table and eat some power eggs. "Well...It's complicated."

8 nodded in understanding, not wanting to stick his nose where it doesn't belong.

Silence followed soon after, things were getting a bit awkward. After all 8 was in company of Inklings, he didn't know what to talk about without beginning a disagreement. How could you after being at war for 100 years?

'How could you after serving a monster'

"What's your name?" 3 suddenly asked as she finished eating, taking 8 out of his mind. "We can't just keep calling eachother by our numbers. I'm
Lana."

"I'm...." 8 hesitated. "I don't know who I am."

"What?"

"I-I don't know my name." 8 sighed after he told her, he was expecting her to scold him or laugh.

Lana thought for a second. "Kyle."

8 rose his eyebrow. "What?"

"We have to call you something." Lana then got up and washed her plate, putting it in the dishwasher. She offered to wash 8's plate as well, but he refused and did it himself.

"Ok." He announced. "Kyle it is, nice to meet you Lana." Kyle decided to be a bit dramatic and do a small bow.

Lana smirked slightly, playing along. "Nice to meet you as well, Kyle." Then she bowed as well.

All the while April was looking through her one way window inside her room, concerned but happy for her sister figure. 'I hope this won't end up like last time.'

Oh hello my fri- *Dodges trump tower* Oh for the love of- Nevermind. Anyways I'm finally back! Hope you guys missed me! Next chapter will be coming soon. Ok that's all I wanted to say, back to the story. (Amazing time stamp I know) Oh yeah one last thing! *Smacks an apology came into bleepybloopybloopy's face.* here's the apology cake. Happy now? bleepybloopybloopy

"Lana?" Kyle asked nervously, his hand trembling on the doorknob. "I don't think I can do this."

Lana sighed. "It will be fine 8- Kyle" she understood why he was so nervous, It wasn't to common to see octolings in inkopolis, the only octolings the inklings know is the famous DJ Marina from Off The Hook news podcast. "You may get a few strange looks, sure, but Marina is an octoling, and she's accepted."

"Marina is only accepted because of her fresh beats and her skills as a DJ. Anyone can be accepted if their famous, regardless of the species." Kyle countered and Lana sighed. She knew he had a point, but that wasn't entirely true.

"Kyle." Lana began. "It wouldn't matter if Marina is a DJ or not, it's all about personally. It's common knowledge that octolings were hypnotized by Octavio. I don't think anyone will hold you accountable for being controlled by a tyrant."

Kyle sighed, he knew she was right. Slowly, he opened the door and walked out of the room, Lana and April following behind him.

Lana closed the door, making sure it was locked. The trio made there way to the elevator and went down to the lobby. Once they walked out, Kyle looked around.

The lobby was pretty quiet for the most part, most inklings were on their laptops, some were talking turf war strategy, a few gave him some confused looks, but didn't seem to care.

Kyle, Lana, and April exited the apartment complex and were soon greeted by the sights of inkopolis.

Inkopolis was covered with inklings, top to bottom. Most were wearing weird clothes and had weird looking weapons, others looked really cool and had awesome looking weapons. On the left there was a row of shops, lined up like dominos. On the right there was an arcade, and an alleyway, the same one Kyle walked out of last night.

And I'm the center, overlooking it all, was inkopolis tower, home of the great zapfish.

Kyle breathed the fresh, salty air of Inkopolis, a smile painted on his face. He'd never even considered that one day his feet would be planted in Inkling grounds.

Yet for some reason, Kyle felt strange. He felt like he shouldn't be here. A strange feeling came to him, a feeling that he couldn't even describe, yet knew it by heart. 'Why do I feel so, outlandish?'

"Hey!" April shouted from beginning , jolting Kyle into reality, and making his heart skip a few dozen beats.  "Kyle, stop dreaming! We need to get a move on."

"April's right." Lana agreed. "We needs to give you a tour of inkopolis. Besides." Lana then covered her nose with her hand. "You've had those clothes on ever since you woke up in the metro."

Kyle looked down a his clothes. A change of wardrobe would most likely benefit his hygiene.

"Let's get a move on then."